Accordingly, since that time, I have striven hard to acquire such a
knowledge of the city that I could find any of the theatres without a
Directory, and get home at any time of night without the escort of a
Policeman.
Have been to the Battery, for which I paid a shilling to the
dilapidated Hibernian who attends the iron portal--afterwards visited
(by particular desire,) the cocked-hat shaped Sahara known as the "City
Hall Square"--saw the splendid fountain with its symmetrical basin
filled with golden fishes (as I was credibly informed)--I could not
exactly perceive them myself--in the midst of its elegant miniature
forest (yet in its infancy)--gazed with admiration at the ancient
structure denominated the City Hall--said to have been built by the
ancient Greeks, of which I have not the slightest doubt, as all the
avenues leading thereto were thronged with _modern_ Greeks, whose
general costume was not so classically correct as I could have
wished--looked at the glorious fountain which adorns the centre of the
spacious lawn--admired the magnificent proportions of the vast forest
trees which rear their lofty forms therein--gazed long and earnestly at
the glittering jet (not quite so lofty as I had been led to suppose,) of
the magnificent fountain which embellishes the princely grounds--then
turned to look at a circular edifice, which, I confess, did not strike
me as being remarkable for architectural beauty, but which undoubtedly
is exceedingly useful--then turned to feast my wondering eyes upon the
diamond-glittering drops of a fountain near at hand; looked with much
approbation upon the wide and spacious avenues, and the clearly
gravelled walks, and also at a fountain near by, which I think I have
before mentioned; surveyed the other fine buildings near at hand, which
adorn and beautify that triangular piece of earth; and ever returned
with constantly increasing gratification to view a beautiful lake in the
centre thereof, from the midst of which burst forth in aqueous glory the
waters of a fountain; soon, convinced that I had seen my money's worth,
prepared to leave--casting one longing, lingering look behind (as my
friend L. E. G. Gray says,) at the glorious old classic ruin, the hall,
and the pluvial splendors of the fountain.
Went out, but looking back, perceived that in the splendid park I had
just left, there rose in "misty majesty" (vide somebody,) the jet of a
fountain. Resolved to return and have another look at the ivied and
crumbling ruins, and also to inspect minutely a fountain which I now
perceived hard by.
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